10th Taunt | Video (Backdated to July 1st)

[misterbrief]

[He's not going to beat around the bush. When the video pops on, it's clear Vegeta is in his workout clothing, in the Battle Dome, and looking HORRIBLY ANGRY because SOMEONE has been pranking him for the past week with Justin Beiber.]

Alright, I'm only going to say this once. Whoever the prankster is that continues to play that hideous music during my training sessions is going to pay with their life. When I find you, I'm going to rip both of those arms of yours right out of their sockets.

And if any one of you know who it is, you had best tell me now. I might even consider letting you get out of this scot-free if you turn in the clown that continues to elude me.

[And with that, he slams the journal shut in anger. He'll check it again later that night, when he's cooled down a bit.]

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[misterbrief]

No way. He's getting a taste of his own medicine, ten-fold.

[The defiance in his voice speaks his true nature, he'll do what he wants no matter what anyone says.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[A taste of his own medicine.

He needs a moment for it to sink in -- and when it does it takes some of the heat out of him, his shoulders relaxing.] So you ain't gonna beat 'im up? [His voice holds a faint note of skepticism.]

[misterbrief]

Now, I never said that. You're jumping to conclusions. After all, this wouldn't be the first time I've ran his body through a brick wall. I know exactly what punishment to administer to that idiot.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Why d'ya gotta be a bully, huh? [Be the better man, Doc had said. Keep it in the ring.]

That ain't the way you're ever gonna get any respect. People gonna fear you, an' maybe that's what you want, I don' know, but that sure as hell ain't the same thing.

[misterbrief]

That's where you're wrong, friend. Fear works wonders. You have no idea. [He hasn't forgotten.] I'd suggest you try it sometime, but I don't think you could scare a small child let alone anyone around here.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

I ain't tryin' to. [The line of his jaw sharpens.] I know I'm better than that.

[misterbrief]

If you say so. To each his own, I suppose.

[He knows what people like Mac are like. Such goodie-two shoes.]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[He tries. It's the least he can do.]

Yeah, I do. [That rough edge of anger hasn't left his voice yet.]

[private]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh dear, the last thing Vash wanted was for someone to possibly get in a fight with Vegeta over what was suppose to be a harmless prank. So a few minutes later to make sure the message is Vegeta-proof Vash chimes in.] It's alright, really. I can handle whatever grumpy has planned. [Oh god he hopes so.] No need to get worked up over a harmless little prank. It's fine, really! I know how to handle people like Vegeta! [Run away sobbing!]

[private]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

Vash! ...Are you sure? [He hates feeling utterly powerless in this. It's possible Vash is only trying to convince him as to keep him safe.]

[private]

[goldenglasses]

[Got it in one. Vash is planning on shipping out on a mission asap to be safe. Not that he'd let that show.] Yeah. This actually isn't the first time I've gotten on his bad side. It'll be fine, really. Sorry he started blaming you for it. Heh, went a little farther than I meant it to.

[private]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

To be honest, it don' seem too hard for anybody to get on his bad side real quick. Jus'... stay safe, alright? An' no more a' these pranks, or who knows what he's gonna do.

[private]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. Lessened learned. Vegeta can't take a single joke. I've done my best to keep him from dying from extreme frowning.

[private]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[His lips thin.] Somethin' tells me he ain't feelin' too grateful.

[private]

[goldenglasses]

Heh... you noticed that too, huh? I'm sure he'll forget all about it in a few days! Maybe... Probably... [Not.]

[private]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

...I sure hope so. [But Mac's hardly convinced this is possible from how worked up Vegeta was. The guy's got 'grudgemaster' written all over him.]

[private]

[goldenglasses]

It'll be fine. Really. So don't worry about it. I can handle Vegeta. [He hopes.]

[private]

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[There isn't much else he can do other than to will himself to nod and persuade himself into believing that's the case. Worrying is what he does, boxing aside.]

Hey, Vash...? [He tries, after a moment.]

[private]

[goldenglasses]

[It takes him a moment to come back. As he was busy putting in a request for a mission from the Malnosso for a few days, but when he does return it's still with the same lightheartedness as before. As if there was nothing wrong or a very upset man plotting revenge on him.] Hm? What's up?

[misterbrief]

Well then. [He laughs again.] We've got a fiery one here!

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[It's hard, so hard, not letting Vegeta get a rise out of him. Or any more of one than he already has. A nagging voice in the back of his mind urges him to go, to snap the journal shut and put this out of his mind. But he feels like he'll never hear the end of this if he does. Though maybe it won't change either way. Some people never let up.] ...

[misterbrief]

What's the matter now? Cat got your tongue?

[thelittlemacthatcould]

No matter what I say, y'gonna make fun a' me for it. [It seems that way, at least.]

[misterbrief]

I guess you're smarter than you look.

[thelittlemacthatcould]

[This time, after a moment's hesitation, he does bring himself to close the journal for his own sanity. There is no winning here and it's not a battle worth fighting.]